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Thursday, June 25, 2015

It's running out of myself.

Time is, hurrying me. It gives me anxiety, fear, of mortality. As I age, I start to be afraid of being forgotten. I start to fear that my friends, well they will cry in my funeral but they will laugh and hang out without me the next day. And my lover, he will mourn the first 3 days, and he'll be married with another lady next week. And my children, they will miss me but they will sell my old clothes or give them away to the orphans. Time is ticking and I still lay in my bed, watching movies, finding things that might move me, but I haven't. And I'm scared today for tomorrow.